you're not laughing
at my freezing toes
or the pink hearts
on my purple socks.
you're not witness
to romantic nights
with ginger tea
and tomorrow's reading.
you're not asking me
which song is next
beatles or p'njaabi
on your playlist or mine.
i'm stuck in a cold wave
but i doubt that has
anything to do
with the weather.
**
for me, because my proxy winter now includes a brand new pair of old socks and a third purple sweater. bring on the cold wave, i say!
also for m, because her winter apparently includes a scarf. tsk.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
101
walk away, now.
leave behind your memories
in trinkets on the fridge -
a chocolate wrapper, long forgotten
a photograph, worn at the edges
a bill, for coffee and a book
a parking ticket, and its unfinished song.
but whatever you do, don't forget
to take your smells with you -
some beer, some whiskey
some food, some mint.
old books, cinnamon tea
is that you, or is that me?
leave behind your memories
in trinkets on the fridge -
a chocolate wrapper, long forgotten
a photograph, worn at the edges
a bill, for coffee and a book
a parking ticket, and its unfinished song.
but whatever you do, don't forget
to take your smells with you -
some beer, some whiskey
some food, some mint.
old books, cinnamon tea
is that you, or is that me?
Sunday, November 27, 2011
momentarily
in the moment
between this minute
and the next
with the regularity
of the moon
my mind wanders
to you.
between this minute
and the next
with the regularity
of the moon
my mind wanders
to you.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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